the way the dim light played
on her skin, his hands tangled
in her auburn hair
her green eyes glistening
she remembers
the way he touched her
the way he kissed her
his hands tangled in her hair
the way he held her in the night
a reflection in a mirror
the wind was cold
the night, heated with passion
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
2 comments:
Nicely done passionate write. Some special one is sure to love this one.
a very feng shui setting...
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